What I love about Halloween and our Traditions

                     

                                        

                                                                          



The days leading up to Halloween are an adjustment of both schedules and seasonal changes. We change our plans from going to the beach to attending school functions. Any course of study, hobby or workout regime whether personal or scholastic that has been put aside or ignored is now put back on the calendar. The hazy thick humid air turns clear and cool as the leaves on the trees turn from various shades of green to bold versions of orange, reds and gold shades. It’s as if all the trees are putting on a fashion show vying for your attention to be looked at just once more before they let loose their leaves and hold bare through the winter. And as if I was not paying attention enough – I start to notice the shortening of the days – a minute here – a minute there until it hits me when I feel tired that no it’s not ten o’clock at night – it’s only five fifteen!

If you don’t have to deal with going to school or getting your children back to school – you still cannot help but notice  the shift in the atmosphere as all the kids disappear – from the stores, libraries, streets and parks. It’s a temporary hush. In the early fall – it’s almost eerie. Until late in the afternoon caravans of school busses unload the younger population back into the world.

Appetites change as well too. By the time mid September rolls around – for myself – I am sick of hotdogs, hamburgers, chicken or anything for that matter that is cooked on the grill. Whereas in the beginning of the summer – I always felt a little carcinogen on an over burnt piece of chicken was not only good for me but delicious. By September – seeing all the grilled foods at Labor Day picnics - I just turn my head away. It is no wonder that for nearly a week before October is about to begin – I always feel like I want to go on a diet – a healthy one – one that is good for me – one that I can actually live with and stick to. The reality is not that I am sick of food it’s the kind of food.

I start to hunger for soups, stews and anything roasted. Roasted chicken, potatoes, and carrots – I start to get a hunger for the taste of onions that are caramelized with the vegetables they are keeping company with on the baking pan in the oven. Autumn is the season to turn off the grills and light the oven.

Out of my closet comes the crock pot and in my head I get ideas of cooking and making mouthwatering meals – my creative juices start flowing and I start to get excited. I start to have fantasies of my family members sitting around the table saying, “yumm, ooohhhmmmm, this is goooooood”. One can dream.

Why do I get excited? I’ve asked myself this. I get excited because I can only cook one or two versions of about three things. By the time a new season is about to roll around I am out of ideas. And even if no one outwardly complains about having grilled chicken for the fourth time in the previous week – I can’t bring myself to make it. Inertia sets in when I prepare the same food over and over again day after day. I start to feel as if I am living in the movie “Groundhog Day”.

There are 365 days a year – six days a week in my family it is my job to have dinner of some kind planned or prepared. That’s 312 meals. Divide that by three and if you live in our home you will eat the same food approximately 104 times within a given twelve month period. We do eat together at the dinner table five nights a week. (I don’t do dinners anymore on Saturday nights unless I’m having a moment of temporary insanity which happens sometimes when my hormones shift and my maternal and wifely needs to fulfill my family is stronger than the desire to have the night off from cooking dinner). However – whether I cook the meal – bring home Chinese or let Mrs. Stouffer cook her lasagna for us – it is my job to plan, buy, prepare, and cook the meal.

Did I mention that I can only cook three things? If I’m lucky I have a fourth item up my sleeve that I can sometimes cook that I pull out once in a while – in case of emergency or just sheer luck that with the right ingredients, barometric pressure, phase of moon and the stars being aligned just right. But I don’t count it.

So as I finally get adjusted to our fall work and play schedule, adjust our menus which shift my chores around the house. I look forward to celebrating Halloween.

I absolutely love the Holiday Halloween. When I was a child and we went trick or treating - in our neighborhood the holiday was a level playing field. Unlike the disappointment and letdown of Christmas it did not matter which house was yours – everyone went knocking on the same doors and we basically received the same candy. Halloween was fun and it was something to look forward too. Our neighbors although not rich and mostly always struggling financially were very generous – and in most cases the only time I ever saw a lot of our neighbors was on Halloween night. In the old days Halloween was not just about knocking on doors and walking away with a piece of candy – in our neighborhood – many people invited you inside and actually offered treats. It was not uncommon say for someone to offer hot chocolate or a piece of cake. After so many years of trick or treating – you might not know exactly the name of the woman who lived in a house you were approaching but hoped she was giving out candy apples like she did in previous years. We had good memories and remembered the houses according to the treats. We remembered who gave away homemade cookies and who offered drinks such as apple cider. We received rolls of pennies, apples, nuts and my favorite – “almond joy”.

I dreaded the thought of ever being too old to go trick or treating. And as luck would have it – just when I was about the age of 12 when it was no longer cool to go out – It was me who took my baby sister trick or treating. And as she got older and started to get too cool to go out we were given young cousins to go trick or treating with.

With a few exceptions like having to work (which felt sacrilegious) – the only time I did not go trick-or-treating was when my son Michele was celebrating his first Halloween. He was only three months old – I sat him in his baby seat wearing an outfit that looked like a football uniform. I put a helmet on his head and eye shadow under his eyes and stuffed his shoulders with tissues to look like shoulder pads. I had a large bowl filled with my favorite candies (so I could sample the treats I wanted to give away). We waited anxiously for kiddies to come up to the door yelling “trick or treat”!!!

Sadly – at the time the area that we live was very rural – and the street out front was dark and the cars sped by too fast and there are no sidewalks. No amount of pumpkins, homemade scarecrow sitting on our front porch, lights, candles, or witches hanging in our trees could attract children. It would have been a very lonely and sad Halloween if it were not for my mom, and Aunt Gertie visiting with my then very young cousins (tweens) Allison and Artie. Yeah!!!! If not for family what would some of us do?

As far as family, when most of the year my family does not even talk to me – Halloween is the one holiday when my family puts our dysfunction aside. Who would know that on Halloween pasts while laughing and eating homemade soup – exchanging candy and drinking hot chocolate that certain members of that particular gathering were so mad at each other they would not have spit on each other if they were both on fire? Instead eating delicious soup – gathering of our kids and off to trick or treat we would go. Not just the kids – aunts, cousins, brother in laws. The whole clan who could make it would be there. It is always fun and something to look forward to.

I love Halloween. It’s the one time of year you can dress up and play pretend and its okay to dress up and play pretend. People go through all kinds of artistic endeavors to create their Halloween persona – it’s a time to be who you want to be or even face your fears.

Drag Queens love Halloween – they get to legitimately come out and dress in their finest without fear of anyone thinking anything is wrong. Have a fear of clowns? Dress up like one for Halloween. The old world pagan traditions used Halloween (the Eve of All Souls Day) – to dress up in the very things they were afraid of – ghosts, monsters etc….

And of course the best thing about being a parent of a cute little baby is how much power I had over decorating my sweet little babies – oh what fun I had creating costumes that were made from various pieces of material that were cut, sewn, or glued. I dressed my babies in costumes such as a rabbit, a lobster and even a chocolate chip cookie with a bite taken out. The fun was being as creative as I could, spend as little as possible and the reward and joy I would get would be when people would make such a fuss over how cute my kids were.

This period of time is short lived. Soon I had to surrender to the pull of the cheaply made store bought version of whatever costume my children would want to wear. Once my children started developing an opinion muscle – I had to eventually give in and let them dress up for Halloween the way they wanted. With the exception of the time my then six year old son wanted to be an “Alien Rapper” – I dressed him in jeans with a chain hanging, he wore an Alien mask and a black hooded sweat shirt which I ironed on the words “Alien Rapper” across the back. To my horror – during an indoor Halloween celebration for the kids at my church – a woman pulled me aside and pointed out to my son’s sweatshirt and said, “Look what that kid’s shirt says”!!! I looked and read to my disbelief the words “Alien Raper”.

Now the days of the Halloween season are bittersweet. The cool nights are a comfort after the hot summer. The holiday brings memories of the past and is a constant reminder of myself as I was young, my children when they were young and now – I am reminded of how lucky we are to have the life we live. This year is the first year our son was not with us for Halloween. And it’s because he was away at college. He is now a young adult and will choose how he celebrates. I look forward to full circle when he again joins the fold with perhaps his girlfriend, wife and someday his child as we eat hot soup and trick or treat together again. I know our days are numbered with the Halloweens left to trick or treat with our daughter who is now in high school.

But for now I relish in the current memory of making hot soup and going with my family to my husband’s brother’s house to eat a shared dinner of soup, salad and dessert. Followed by trick or treating in their neighborhood. The smell of wood burning, the crisp air, bright stars in the sky – the crunch of leaves on the ground as we walked from house to decorated house – having a wonderful conversation with my sister in law while we followed along watching and listening to our girls run with a crowd – of ghosts, cats, nurses, various monsters and kings amid other characters screaming and squealing. A fun and memorable night indeed to add to my memories of Halloweens that have passed.

Until later,
Marguerita Nanfara
aka Queen Daisy from Belgium

I should have left Husband Home

We took our firstborn, Michele to Rugters Collage today.  It was emotional enough.  It was enough to do the  driving - and put up with insults from husband - whether real or imagined - my driving mistakes - let alone what lane I was in blah blah blah.  If Joseph is not good at anything - he is a Master of being a back seat driver.   It was enough to take Michele to his Dorm with all his belongings - and use his toilet and say goodby.  What was not enough was getting chance to see where my son will be going to school, spending his days and nights and seeing where he gets his meals.

After we left the Michele's dorm, Husband would not let me walk around to see where things are.  Where is the bookstore?  Where does he get his food?  Where will Michele do his laundry?  What does the rest of the Dorm building look like?  Does it have a sitting area?  Where will Michele have a chance to study or stretch his legs?

Although I may not have been able to find all this out in our short visit.  However is a half an hour to much of a sacrafice for Joseph to allow me even if to ease my anxiety and to perhaps give me some sort of piece of mind?  What was the purpose of going other than driving one way (Joseph agreed to drive home) if I was not going to be allowed to see where my son is going to be living? - And I could have driven home if a half an hour would have exhausted Joseph to the point of rendering him unable to drive.

Joseph has been to collage - and he is familiar with the campus.  I myself have never been there.  Except for the 20 minutes it took to get Michele in his dorm.  I highly doubt my husband's brother did not allow his wife to see where her son is going to school.  I'm most certain that when I speak with various friends throughout the next several weeks - I won't be hearing another mother say that her husband would not even allow her a half an hour to see where their child will be living.

Would one stinkin half hour made a difference?  Why did my husband not allow me to walk around to see where our son is living? 

So please do not ask me how far is the cafeteria (is that what it's even called)?  Don't ask me what the names of the houses he lives next to - please don't ask me how many floors there are in his building - or where the library is.  Please do not ask me about where he will do his laundry or buy any supplies he will need including his books.  Because I do not know.  I was not allowed to look around and find out.

One half an hour was to much for my husband Joseph to allow me to look around the campus to find these things out.

Birthing Our Firstborn to the World

After trying so hard for the pregnancy test after pregnancy test to become positive – I felt both shock and joy. I could not believe the wonderful gift God had given me to become a mother. I longed for it – I pined for it – I imagined it and could taste it.

Unlike most pregnant mothers I know – either during their pregnancies or when they talk about them. I enjoyed being pregnant. I loved making a baby. It was however at some point in my pregnancy that I had to come to the realization that the baby would have to actually come out of my body.

Fear took hold – I needed more pregnancy time. Nine months, (ten lunar) – 40 weeks – 280 days was not enough to hold onto a baby within my belly. I liked the idea of elephants having the opportunity to be pregnant for several years!!

Giving birth was a stage – then raising your children is another stage. The part about giving birth to my son that I never really comprehended in a real sense was that some day he would be a man and would actually leave. On the day you give birth to a beautiful healthy baby boy – you know somewhere in the far distant future – he will have to go and make his own way in the world. What is hard to wrap my brain around is how fast that far distant future has come upon us.

My husband Joseph seems to be handling things well. I for one am falling apart. This past year has been a year of big changes – growth – and of course pruning. We had in one year our Son Michele’s High school senior prom, graduation, learning to drive (which has aged me fifteen years in only six months) celebrating his 18th birthday and now he is leaving for college the day after tomorrow. Our daughter at the same time has graduated junior high, celebrated her holy confirmation and is now entering high school.

Like my pregnancy with Michele, this year has all the emotions of him being birthed to the world – albeit the vagina this time is the front door of our house - the same emotions of birthing him to the world still apply. One minute I’m excited and happy and proud of his new growths and accomplishments – and another moment I’m aggravated and irritated because my opinions don’t hold water and because of late I have become somewhat “stupid” and I “don’t know what I am talking about”.

One of the hardest things I’ve had to do during this past year is to “not do for Michele what he can do for himself.” I’ve had to watch him lose opportunities and painfully watch him suffer consequences good and bad for his actions. In these past weeks I have been a constant hammer of questions like - “what do you need? Are you taking that? Did you make the call? Where’s your list? Do they have a microwave?” etc… flying out of my mouth nailing Michele’s ears nearly every encounter that we see each other. While Michele has been packing to move away to college – I’ve had to step back. Every time I’ve tried to help – has turned into an argument because after all I was not actually helping him but in reality I was telling him what I think he should and should not pack and what I think he should and should not leave behind. It’s been hard to step back and let him decide and allow him to make these choices.

I tell myself its okay if he makes a mistake – how else will he learn? – And who is to say I’m right anyway? I tell myself that it’s probably good for him to forget something – that way he will perhaps come home and visit. Yet I want to pack him with all the comforts of food, bedding, toys, clothing and treats as if he is ten years old going on a camping trip. 

If only we could bear to be near each other enough to get through this painful time - time which is precious and slipping away. As I am having a difficult time parting with Michele – I’m sure he is scared and nervous as well. (Although he did not tell me - I'm just guessing).  He wants his freedom immediately yet he still yanks on my shirt tail - and I am in his way – I need to step aside and let him do what he needs to do. It all comes down to this: FEAR – of the unfamiliar – of making mistakes and of the possible pain we both may experience – and most of all the fear of separation. (I am the one with separation anxiety).

I am both scared and excited about sending Michele into the world. I think despite having me for a mom – he has turned out pretty well. One moment I can’t wait for it to be over with and another – I feel as if “I need more time”. It is what it is. It is all good stuff. And Nature does not wait for me or anybody to be ready.

So this Saturday we will be driving Michele off to his college dorm. My birthing pangs will probably be felt for days and possibly for months – and I will put my trust in God and all the angels to watch over and protect him.

It is time to let Michele test his wings and fly from the nest. 

Earth Soup in Honor of Mother Earth

Marguerita's Earth Soup

Although we should honor Mother Earth every day - April 21,2010 is the day on our calender which is dedicated to Mother Earth.  Below is my recipe which I call "Earth Soup" - because as you will notice - all the ingredients (with the exception of cream which is optional) are root vegetables and grown into the earth.

Ingredients:

In a large pot -

1-2 stalks of celery

3-4 peeled carrots

turnip and/or rutabega peeled and cut into small pieces

2 large sweet potatoes peeled and cut into small pieces

2 large white potatoes peeled and cut into small pieces

Place these ingredients into pot, cover with water and bring to boil.  Turn heat down and let simmer on the stove.  At this time you can add either "Better than" chicken or vegetable bullion. 

In a separate pan coated with olive oil

place a generous amount (handful) of freshley peeled garlic cloves chopped

and 3-4 peeled and chopped red onion

cook onion and garlic until it carmelizes - and place on the side

Back to the first pot - you can now run the vegetables through either a food processer or if they are cooked long enough - the vegetables can be mashed with a fork and slotted spoon

(this is my preferred method)

Add salt and pepper to taste

you can now add 1/4 cup of cream to the broth (optional)

stir - mixing in lots of love and white light energy

At this point put in your onion mixture - stir some more.

I like to add fresh sprigs of sage, basil and tyme (torn leaves) along

with a hand crushed sprig of parsley and some rosemary

Earth Soup served with a salad and Italian bread makes a perfect dinner for a chilly day in

April or any other month where warmth and comfort are needed.  Also a good meal to serve if your head is stuck in the clouds and you need to feel more grounded.

Earth Soup also tastes good without the cream for vegan vegetarians and if you are so inclined - this soup is delicious with added cooked sausage and/or cheddar cheese

You can add or delete any ingredient to make it your own version of "Earth Soup"

Thank God the Father and Goddess the Mother for this delicious nutrition -

"stirred with love and light to eat together as a family with delight"

oxoxxooxoxM

Meet My Friend Joseph PaLotta

I'd like to introduce to you someone whom I'm priveledged to know.  His name is Joseph Palotta.  I have no problem remembering his surname because I use the play on words "Lotta Pa" - to me, he is known as "Handsome Giuseppe".  He is the father of my bosses and owners of Sorella's Salon, Dolores Carlino and Lilly Mytyk.  Joseph is the Great Grandfather of four, Grandfather of numerous lucky young adults and the Father of five or six.  (I lost count)  He raised a family of seven or so in a two bedroom house and on weekends had children from the local orphanage stay with his family during weekends.

When Joseph is not tending to his beautiful wife, Edith, he is driving around in his red Toyota, using his time wisely and dedicating his time and energy to those in need.  Not only is Joseph a hero who is a veteran during WW2 -  Joseph helps out regularly at Sister Jean's Kitchen, feeding the hungry, The Atlantic City Medical Center and The Mission and all along volunteering at his church.   He collects food, blankets and coats.  He visits the shut-ins, the sick and there is not a person on his path who has a need that he won't try to help with.  He is an awsome father, grandfather, great grandfather and wonderful friend.

As busy as Joseph is, he is never too busy to pull up a chair and have a chat with me.  I look forward to his weekly visits.  I'm always in a better mood when he arrives. We have an ongoing joke between us, whenever he calls the salon and I happen to answer the phone, he will say he is "Joseph - Head of the Blind Commission."  Handsome Giuseppe will often say to me when I ask him how he is doing to "not to get old" - I however hope I get very old and I want to be just like him when I grow up. 

Handsome Giuseppe, there ain't nothing wrong with my eyes!  You are an inspiration to me and I love you very much.

To Doreen With Love

What a surprise it was for me to go outside this morning, to feed the birds and find my friend and neighbor, Doreen, at the end of my driveway.  She was putting a thankyou card in my mailbox.  Seeing her brightened my day and when I had the opportunity to take the time out to open the card, to my surprise, it turned out to be a piece of beautiful artwork.  The front of the card was a painting of me wearing a dress in mixed with collage items.  Doreen is very special and very talented.

Our friendship started around eighteen years ago when I was pregnant with my son, Michele.  Doreen was a La Leche Leader.  I met Doreen during meetings while I was pregnant to learn about breastfeeding.  After giving birth, and sore nipples, post partum depression, being alone and overwhelmed while recovering from a c-section, it was Doreen who came over with meals and encouragement.  And for that I will always be grateful and a wonderful friendship was born.

Doreen is a RN who is the mother of three fantastically handsome young men.  I mean the kind of good looking where you have to stare.  Her husband, Zeke, is wonderfully handsome as well.  Doreen works as a preschool teacher.  She is always planning art classes and she loves her job.  It's a gift that these children are blessed to be with her.  Doreen is also and incredible artist and photographer.  She has won prizes several times in both catagories. 

As if Doreen's life is not busy enough, she has also become somewhat of a "KITTY MAMA" - by this I mean that she actually discovered a situation in our neighborhood where a cat hoarder had passed away and left a slew of kitties not only homeless but some were sick with disease and injured.  Doreen took it upon herself during the spring, summer and fall of '09 to capture and get kittys spayed and neutered.  Some of the cats were brought back to their home, but that was only if they were older, healed and fixed.  Doreen paid for all this out of her own pocket.  She said the vet gave her a discount, it wasn't however, much of a discount.  Doreen has found litters of newborn kitties that she had brought home, litter after litter, left for dead, diseased, eye infections and scabbed.  She had all the animals checked by the vet, she nursed and raised all the kitties till they were able to be adopted and she managed to find homes.  (Ours being one of them).  I believe she trapped nearly 30 adult cats to be neutered.

Doreen also has a knack for caring for and raising wild or injured birds that fall out of nests.  Last spring she found a pair of small baby birds who were probably blown out of their nests, she hand fed these babies around the clock every twenty minutes till they grew and they actually did end up flying out of the coop!

Even though Doreen had a couple of cats, she ended up becoming adopted by one of the kitties, named "Lovey".  Lovey was a mommy cat whom Doreen cared for while she nursed her kitties. Lovey was then neutered and the kittens were given healthcare and love till they were old enough to be adopted out.  When Doreen took Lovey back to her home after she was on the mend, it did not take long for Lovey to find her way back to Doreen's house.

Doreen also rescued two beautiful dogs from the animal shelter.  Whom adore and admire her.

Doreen is an Artist, Healer and she's a totally fantastic woman.  She is like salve on the soul when she's in my pressense.  An inspiration.

Thank you Doreen for making me feel so special with the beautiful artwork you made for me.

Love,

Marguerita

Definition of a YaYa

Definition of YAYA: A YaYa is a two sylable word to define a soul-sister. A YaYa is someone who accepts you for the good and the bad with understanding and non judgement. A YaYa is there when no one else is. A YaYa celebrates life with you and encourages you to keep going - A YaYa always has your back and is always looking out for your best interests. A YaYa is a family member God put on your path. YaYas are moral compasses to each other.  YaYa's don't need to talk to or see each other regularly to keep the relationship going - periods of time without comunication can take place and YaYas pick up where they left off - as if they transcend space and time.  The truth is YaYas are always thinking of each other even when they are caught up in their own day to day lives. YaYas see the real you and love you anyway. They don't go after each other's men, they don't disclose confidential secrets with others and help each other out of self destructive behaviors. YaYas stand by you in even if you are of a different race, religion and have different tastes. YaYas are in general spicy. I believe YaYas incarnate many lives together. A soulmate. More like Soul Twins.  Separated before life.  The other half of each other.  The finisher of each others sentences.  Someone who helps you not take yourself so seriously. And can make you laugh till you cry. It is possible to have more than one YaYa. I imagine that is rare.  For me, it's truly a blessing to have one.

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Violet's Hands

These hands belong to a woman named Violet. Violet is a friend of my sister Sharon. Violet is ninety-nine something years young. She told me she was a secretary, worked for Oyster Creek Energy plant as an office supervisor, she's travelled the world and went on many cruises. Although I doubt she was on the Titantic. (She never implied this). This picture was taken at Sharon's house when Violet told me all these things. She loves all kinds of food especially sweet and spicy which could also be used to describe her. Kind of an example of "you are what you eat". I took a ton of pictures, and a few weeks later I met Sharon,Violet and Mary, (Violet's daughter) at a restaurant for lunch. Sharon had taken Violet that morning to get Violet's hearing aid. I did not know it until we were at the restaurant that Violet was both blind and deaf. She can hear some with a hearing aid. She is however as smart as a tack. I was dumbfounded when I discovered this and was amazed when she asked me, "What did you do with all those pictures you took of me and my hands". Amazing. Violet uses a walker to get around to balance herself. I'm sure I'd need one too if I was both sight and hearing impaired. She often falls I am told but she will get up and dust herself off. She loves eating and music and travelling. She is of the dainty sort that you don't see much anymore. It's nostalgic being near her. She is very classy and matches her pocketbook to her outfit, to her broach, to her shoes. She's always coordinated. Her hands are soft and delicate. And when you hold them her skin feels warm and paper thin, yet you can feel the strength of who she is. A woman who's lived near a century, loved, married, gave birth, survived both World wars, the Great Depression and the loss of loved ones who were called home to be with God. Violet, I am posting one of the photos of your hands because I think you rock!

Tooo Freak'n Cold

 It's the middle of January and I'm still and ORANGE SODA ADDICT!!!  Tonight I took my kids to Walmart so that one could spend their gift card and a couple other places as well as a trip to Borders and all I could think of is getting home to get to my end of the day orange soda.  This is rediculous.  I need to quit the white flour, process foods as well as all the sugar.  What's the matter with me.  I woke up this morning from such a headache that felt like I was suffering from brain freeze - the kind you get when you suck in a mouthful of cold wawa slurpee, then go into a shock - while the pain permeates and takes over.  At least with slurpee brainfreeze, it goes away, - the pain of a migraine however just stays and moves around.  I know its the junk food.

Last day of Recharging

I've had a monstrous headache which I've posted since the first.  Today is officially, (I believe two whole days) clean from orange soda.  My headache is not as bad.  So we'll see how I do today.  Tomorow I start back to my regular work week.  I hope I will be able to stay away from both junk food and orange soda.

Soda Withdrawal

I still have this tremendous headache. I have not had any soda, diet coke or orange soda since early yesterday morning. I am giving up soda because it's become an addiction and habit that I do not need. And I feel the effects when I'm not drinking it. Also, because the soda takes up sooooo much room in my recycle bin, I am embarrassed at how much I am filling up the world's trash pile with my empty soda cans. How refreshing cold water, straight from the tap would be just about now.

Monday Blues

It's Monday, and I'm still functioning with this headache. I ran out of orange soda. So do I start today to cleanse myself of the orange soda addition or do I allow my son to drive me to the store to buy some. (He is dying for an excuse to drive). It's freezing out and I am actually still in my pajamas. Last couple of weeks I had to run around like a maniac. (Like most people) - because of the holidays and I worked extra days around the holidays, now I am frozen with inertia. I cannot seem to move. Since Saturday evening when I walked in the door with dinner in a bag (Chinese food) I have not been able to move.

On the light side however, I am reading a book called "Tales of a Female Nomad" written by Rita Golden Gelman. My book club will be meeting next week. I cannot wait this is a good book and I am blessed to be frozen in my warm house snuggled up with a good book.

I still need to send my neices their Christmas gifts and I have to visit my neighbors. My 12 days of Christmas are starting run out. I'm such a lazy ass!!

Crash and Burn Sunday

It's sooooooooo cold outside, I thank God I have a warm house and a warm bed to snuggle in all day today. Off and on I could not get out of the bed I just want to crawl under the covers. My biggest decision today was what to make for dinner and when my husband and daughter on their own started picking on leftovers, I felt I was off the hook. So I did not even cook dinner or set the table or anything. A very lazy day. I just wish I could get rid of this headache. It's 9:50 p.m. and I am still recharging my batteries.

Orange Soda Hangover

Today is the second day of the New Year and the only thing I've changed for the positive about myself is that I did not drink too much orange soda today. Actually, I'm still hungover from the orange soda and junk food I've eaten these past few days. Add that to the "Blue Moon" (two full moons in one lunar cycle) - and my period is messed up - so I am pms'ing as well as cranky and skanky as can be. Hopefully tomorow, I will wake up with a better outlook. I am still behind in my Christmas wrapping, and gift mailing as well as the gifts I have wrapped and still need to drop off at my neighbor's house. I am truly Pagen, and normally celebrate the Winter's Solstice for the whole 12 days of Christmas, however, for some reason, this year I am really dragging. I hope nobody actually takes time to read this rubbish. If you do, I hope you the best and Happy New Year!!!

New Year New Beginnings

Today being the first of the year, with the encouragement of my yaya (my dearest friend) I am finally - at her suggestion going to start to "Blog". I write, read a lot and have a lot of interests, however, I cannot imagine having anything worthwhile to share. Perhaps, I tell myself that if I want to work on some serious New Years Resolutions, then when and where would be a better place to start than to start a blog on New Year's day and at the same time put out there all the things I'd like to improve on myself. So far my resolutions are as follows: Eat Healthier, meaning cutting back on the fake food that has been lacing my diet for the past several years. Foods that contain colors, additives and the such that cause me not only weight gain but immense headaches. As I write this now, I am actually drunk off of orange soda, that I know for a fact that as soon as I run out, if I don't get more, I will go through a physical withdrawal. If I sound like a drug addict. I am. Only my drug at the moment is not the illegal kind that you have to drive thru scary neighborhoods to buy. The drugs I'm addicted to come in pretty packages and boxes at the local supermarket. Another resolution is to work more dillegently on my paintings and photographs, I have been doing too much half baked lately. And I also have on my resolution for this year the same things that most start out the new year with such as exersicing more and in general being a better me. One issue I do have at hand along with the food issue that will probably give me a hard time is some childhood issues that won't leave me alone. I have some issues that seem to crop up like a ghost that wants attention. This is really the hurdle I will have to jump through.